Cold wind blows through my empty soul
Only sound I hear is a whisper
Days loud and bright
Now forever dark and worthless
Once only mine
Torn and ripped away
Shared with someone else
Secrets sold without knowing
Hidden passions kept under wraps
Dirty games played in plain sight
Twisted just enough not to raise suspicion
So long covering tracks
Going forward
Silently doubling back
Tripped over your own two feet
Caught in your own lie
Played me for a fool
The look of horror knowing that I knew
But still lying in denial
Trying to save face
Scratching and clawing like a weasel
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Gig up
Game over
Busted
Just go
Ripped to shreds
Burnt to the ground
Dead inside and out
Only my empty soul left to carry on

This blog is the result of the thoughts I have at 4AM... When I lay in bed, and should be asleep, but my mind is wide awake with the wonders of the world, and you*. Basically, this is a collection of my thoughts.